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Post by Sharktooth on Jan 22, 2007 19:26:18 GMT -5
A silvery striped tom darted into the den, and his head shook as he looked for the newly appointed apprentice.
"Stripepaw?" He meowed.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 22, 2007 19:27:02 GMT -5
Stripepaw emerged from the den. "What?" she asked and her heart skipped a beat. Willowpaw was a handsome apprentice. But these feelings would get in the way of her mission.
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Post by Sharktooth on Jan 22, 2007 19:28:18 GMT -5
"I...I dunno...." Willowpaw shuffled his paws, clearly embarrassed. "You want to go hunting?" He finally asked, his expression brightening.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 22, 2007 19:30:44 GMT -5
"Sure!" she exclaimed. "Last one there is a rotting Tigerstripe!" She ran past Willowpaw, slowing down to affectionately run her bushy tail under his chin. Then she sped up again and darted into the forest.
(To: romantic-hunt)
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Post by Sharktooth on Jan 24, 2007 18:06:25 GMT -5
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